I have spent three hours trying to find this site on WordPress so that I could post some innocuous shit, possibly something about hearts and flowers. It was going to be good, so good, that I would immediately gain thousands of followers within a day.

And it happened. My site disappeared. Well, it didn’t actually disappear, but it existed on another plane that I had no access to, for some reason. Every time I tried to sign in, the message popped up that I didn’t have a site, would I like to create one?

What the actual hell?? I could see my site plain as day from going through another blogger, and it was just as pristine as the day it was born, but I couldn’t get to it.

It was like being in a bakery and seeing those luscious cakes and not being able to buy a damned thing.

So, I cursed. I ranted. I raved. I checked my server settings. I went back through my emails. I cursed some more. I made guttural growling sounds that drove the kitties to hide under the chairs. I paced. I drank a Coke Zero (they’re actually pretty good), I chewed a nail, I sighed, I tried the community forums.

And then, it happened. I signed in again, and there it was! Much as I would like to blame this on the nefarious doings of Mr. Google and Madame WordPress, it was solely on me and my blithely using my other page to sign in to, which properly said, hey, you really don’t have a site–UNDER THIS NAME.

I truly hope I can remember what the hell I did to get here, because I do not want to go through this again in order to post the best blog entry of 2018.

Of course, I have another problem involving bluehost and my new website, but that is another story and another long rant somewhere in the next few days.